the tapestry of one's attention span,
that attention,
is as a dexterity's flow.
an almost imperceptible ongoing,
as if in the mind,
is a constant humming,
a tune,
not based on topic or logic,
but spirit,
as melodic enterprise.
yes,
relative to one's attention span,
lyrics will front stage.
lip service will be eventually paid.
but for the simple genius,
behind all these efforts,
at production,
is the beyond,
of one's attention span . . .
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